Gravity warps time. Clocks tick more slowly the closer they are to a massive object. Time, in the presence of great weight, bends.
Perhaps the same is true of the burdens we carry.. sorrows, regrets, what-ifs and failures. Their emotional gravity bends our perception of time. What precedes it seems distant and hazy. What follows it feels tainted, never quite the same again. A blotch on the lens that makes the world more ugly.
And the more we delve on that one painful memory.. the deeper we go, and the more it grows. What begins as a passing ache, swells with time and pulls everything into its orbit. Until, finally, it becomes something enormous. Unmovable. A black hole in our psyche.
In its presence, neither light nor lightness, can escape. a bottomless abyss where we lose the ability to measure moments clearly, to live in the now. We vaguely remember the tipping point, but don't how long we've been falling and where we'll reach.
I wish i could have ended this piece on a more promising note.. something on how time bends but never breaks.. and how something that bends on one side, may also bend on the other.. that there is light at the end of the tunnel.. Maybe some day I'll write an addendum..
